immer lernen
simple thought motivates action
just another guise for self propagation
set the stage to favour performance
interrogate interaction
i gave away a pair of socks
ich sehe dich da
does not make any sense does it
zum Erreichen
lost on words scrambling over another year of bramble piling up in the corner something is tearing at the stomach i want to spit the pit out start again from another place have everything collected wound up tomorrow tomorrow how about now putting down the know how surely i will stumble across this ancient text sometime in the past piece the whatever it is together nothing so direct that has already been written into the text working out the finer detail the inbetween broader scopes boundaries of definition a little more seeing for oneself the learning curve is not a plateau i have spent so much time in the region of joy here comes the fair cry a bucket of variation more on the bottom end i would rather like to get a full eight hours this evening a treat to be managed taking a night off back on clock on tomorrow what a useful notion the future tense as though there is something ahead of the point from which one speaks from which one acts only ever something intending toward implicit in the directionality built in from left to right top to bottom always relatively speaking let me show you something i learnt in space the love crawl the screen always gets in the way i am trying to get into the feeling of pictures open oneself up to the sensitivities of sound and image but the muscling work is just too great the sloppiness is ever present more time required these are the first experiments in a new medium just capturing what has always been happening in a different way this written word has been well polished build yourself up buttercup the labyrinth writes itself giving birth to itself reaching a critical mass eating itself up taking on a new shape in mere interpretation because the opus upon which each new work rests is just so large a work well underway the story gave birth to the novel representation gave birth to photograph whatever is film trying to do it is still trying to give birth to its own mother to the seed of its creation a waylaid notion a forgotten project thrown to one side pick up a stick and set the ball in motion another game to play with the burden without the wait of expectation in living up to a purpose casting aside the very origin of meaning in the absence of an origin of creation why is one still bringing a script a story and representation to a medium that owes nothing to these conceived birth places of meaning a construction operating with different tools within a hostile environment tense me not